[Hmmm, nibbles. Sylvain does his best to encourage this kind of behavior and make sure it continues into the future. If he had to be shipped off to some foreign country for an arranged marriage he didn't want to someone he doesn't know... thank Sothis at least he's a good kisser.
He shucks those pants off with relish, continuing to laugh as Claude fumbles with his own. Not the best angle to be undressing someone from, but the eagerness is charming.]
Impatient.
[He teases, wriggling his hips in a teasing way. He will help Claude though, flopping off to the side so he can kick his own pants off. And at last, they are both naked. Instead of getting right back on top of Claude, Sylvain rolls onto his side and props his head up with bent elbow to admire the view, his other hand tracing idly over Claude's chest.]
Says the man who just slammed me up against a wall. [Claude banters back, eagerly taking in the sight of Sylvain ridding them both of their last bits of clothing. The frantic energy of getting undressed cools as Sylvain settles on his side next to him, fingers teasing at his chest, which, coincidentally, is about where Claude's blush has spread down to.
He grins at the compliment, giving Sylvain an absolutely filthy once-over that definitely lingers on the other man's cock.] Same to you. [If he's going to admit to being a virgin... this is probably the time, isn't it? Would it even really be a lie of omission not to tell him? It felt embarrassing somehow, even though Claude knew he's had every reason not to fall into bed with anyone before now. With the obvious task of removing clothing done, the anxiety of not knowing exactly what he's doing returns. It'd probably be less embarrassing to just admit it than to have Sylvain call him out on it, right? Claude's been doing pretty good so far, though, maybe he won't suss him out after all, so long as Sylvain keeps taking the lead.]
[Sylvain just chuckles again as he's called out, giving a little one shoulder shrug. Guilty as charged, on that one.] You like it. [Is his best defense.]
Mmmn, thanks. [It's always nice to hear that he's appreciated. Visually, at least, if nothing else. Sylvain quite enjoys that little once-over, the feeling of being a bit objectified. It's cute when someone he thinks is attractive does it. His fingertips in their travels find their way to a nipple to give a little rub, perhaps a bit rougher than strictly polite. He has a feeling that will go over well.]
I wanna know what you're hoping to get tonight. We don't have to be in a hurry to try everything, unless you want to. [devilish smirk as he swings himself up onto all fours and bends down to kiss across Claude's collarbone.]
I can give or take, or use my mouth, or just grind on each other like desperate teenagers. [A chuckle. He isn't assuming Claude doesn't have experience- he has no reason to think that- but he isn't going to assume he knows what the comfort level is, either. He wants to get off on the right foot, here.]
[He did like it, and he really doesn't have any grounds to deny that. So he doesn't. He bites his lip on a moan as Sylvain rubs harshly over his already pebbled nipple, his cock twitching against his thigh.
He can feel his face getting even redder as his husband rolls back over top of him, the warm lips trailing over his collarbone loosening some of the tension between his shoulders. Gods, Claude really hates not knowing something, and especially hates admitting to it, but Sylvain seems determined to pull that truth out of him with his pointed words.] I was just going to follow your lead. [He reluctantly admits, feeling uncomfortably vulnerable but at least able to keep that from showing.] All of that would be new to me, so... [He shrugs, hiding his nerves behind a smile.]
[The sudden shyness surprises Sylvain, but not as much as the admission. His surprise is several layers deep, but he has a hunch that expressing it would just make his new husband feel worse, and he's not living that life right now.]
Gotcha. No problem.
[He pulls an easy smile, leaning on one hand to drag the other across Claude's chest and down over his abdomen, tracing around the tone of muscles in a teasing path.]
We'll learn what you like as we go, then. [Wink] Other than being pinned against a wall.
[He laughs, not entirely out of relief but certainly not devoid of it either. At least Sylvain is making it easy.]
No complaints so far. [He leans up to snag another kiss from those too talented lips, fingers burying in Sylvain's hair once more. He pulls away just enough to speak, not wanting Sylvain to see what is very likely an embarrassingly obvious blush on his cheeks. He can at least keep his voice low and steady.] I like the thought of you inside me... and I've used my own fingers for that before.
[Ah, laughter is good, as is being kissed. Sylvain leans into it with a happy little sound, his fingers pressed into Claude's abs, around to his side. He's a little breathless when Claude pulls away to speak again, hot air puffing back against the other man's lips.
A grin slowly spreads, a low chuckle that's nearly a rumbling purr in his chest. What a delight. Everything about this moment. Sylvain gives Claude a squeeze, his hand reaching around and under to take a handful of ass and squeeze that, too. He presses a heated kiss to Claude's lips, then peppers lighter ones down the side of his face, and neck. He feels full of affection, pleased at the trust being shown to him. One more sound kiss for good measure.]
[Claude's grin widens when Sylvain grabs his ass, the smug look somewhat at odds with how flushed he is. His grip on Sylvain's hair tightens just a bit as soft lips tease at his sensitive neck, and he swallows back a groan. Gods, but he really lucked out with this one.]
Not every day you get to take a prince's virginity, huh? [Claude chuckles, still trying to cover up his nerves.]
[There is something incredibly attractive about the way Claude manages to be smug and flustered at once. They both seem to be genuine emotions- even if Claude is clearly trying to downplay his nerves but Sylvain can't blame the guy for that.
The tug to his hair sends bolts of electricity through him and he moans back, lips vibrating against skin.]
Oh you might be surprised.
[Sylvain teases, winking, clearly absolutely full of shit. He fails to keep a straight face, though, laughing at his own stupid jest as he pushes himself up by his forearms.]
So I imagine you keep something around here to help with that, then? [Show him your stash, husband.]
[Khalid huffs out a laugh, a little more at ease from the banter.]
Oh, you'll have to tell me about these other princes you've deflowered later.
[He smirks, showing off some of his flexibility as he casually tosses one leg over Sylvain's shoulder while he reaches for the side table closest to him, tugging the drawer open and fishing around blindly for the little bottle of oil.]
There's some fun things in there if you want to take a look later, but-- ahh, here we are. [He pulls the bottle free with a victorious grin.]
[Who lucked out with whom? Sylvain loves the sass of his man, how easy this all seems to come. Sylvain didn't have to work hard to make this fun at all, or to keep Khalid comfortable. At least as comfortable as their first night together could ever be.
He watches with some awe as Khalid easily twists himself backward to fumble in the drawer.]
I would love to window shop through your drawer. [He laughs, reaching for the very well displayed erection in front of him, once he's sure he won't startle Khalid into falling off the bed. If you're going to fling a leg over his shoulder, you should be prepared for such things.]
I do love a bit of gossip, but I'm open to suggestions if you prefer not to kiss and tell.
[The bantering, the flirting-- that's all easy. That's not what's twisted a persistent knot in his stomach that hasn't gone away so much as gotten easier to ignore.
He really doesn't understand how people can just-- do this casually. How do they stand the vulnerability of it? Sylvain may be as good as a stranger, but he has as big a stake in their ongoing relationship as Khalid does-- hell, with his husband being a stranger in a strange land, Khalid has the upper hand in many aspects. But it's still somewhat nerve-wracking, laying himself out like this for someone else to touch-- even if he wants it badly.
He lets out a stuttered breath as Sylvain's fingers wrap around his cock, bucking up into the touch just a little. He fumbles to pull the stopper from the bottle, usually dexterous fingers made a bit clumsy with nerves and the new heat of someone's hand stroking him.] Well, it's your drawer now too.
[How could he not want to brag about this? The way Khalid's breath catches, and he bucks up into the touch. There's more to it than just arousal, Sylvain can see that, but it's easy enough to believe it's nerves. Khalid has admitted to a lack of experience, after all.
He wraps his other hand around to rest against Khalid's back, stroking soothingly against the skin in tandem with his teasing hand. Building up slow, especially when he sees Khalid fumbling.]
Would you rather do it yourself, or give me the honors?
[He wants to offer, in case Khalid feels like he can't ask for that, or something.]
[Ugh, embarrassing... Sylvain definitely saw his fumbling for what it was. He's being kind enough not to mock him for it, at least. The hand soothing against his back makes him shiver, and he holds the finally-opened bottle out to Sylvain, cheeks flushed.] I've done it myself plenty of times, may as well try something new.
[He doesn't really want to be treated like a blushing bride on her wedding night, for all that the situation hits that trope... but Sylvain already knows he doesn't need to treat him like a delicate maiden, even if he's inexperienced. Hopefully he'll keep that in mind.]
[Khalid looks not quite pleased with being called out. Cute. Sylvain's hand leaves his back and takes the bottle with a wink.]
Well, no question about whether you like it or not, then. [He chuckles at himself, but he really is comforted by that knowledge. He gives Khalid's cock a gentle flick before he takes his hand away there, too, coating up his fingers.]
Flip over, then.
[Don't want to be treated like a blushing bride? Fine then, ass up, your highness.]
I'm not completely clueless. [Khalid bites back a raw sound at the flick, gentle but enough of a new and unexpected sensation that it makes him shudder, takes him off guard. Good timing to make him a little more compliant with Sylvain's order, and he turns onto his stomach, shoving one of the pillows under his hips to get a better angle. See, he knows some things.
He looks over his shoulder at Sylvain, his gaze dark and heavy-lidded.]
I never said you were. [Or meant to imply it. But Khalid doesn't seem actually offended, if the way he obeys the demand is any indication.]
Goddess knows you're gorgeous at the least.
[There's absolutely more to this prince than that, Sylvain can tell even in the short time they've spent together, but he can focus on praising the man for his mental capacity another time. Sylvain strokes his clean hand up the back of a thigh, over a cheek to rest against his lower back.]
I'm sure you don't need me to tell you to breathe deep and slow, then.
[He smirks, sliding his slick fingers in to press firmly against his ass, spreading the oil.]
[Khalid hums, low and pleased, at the compliment and Sylvain's hand smoothing over the back of his thigh up to the small of his back. His laugh is cut off by a hitch in his breath as Sylvain's fingers press against his entrance, slick and hot and very different from his own.]
No, not at all. [He mutters lowly, taking that deep breath and sinking further into the mattress. He can feel his pulse racing, but he keeps himself relaxed, thighs spreading just an inch more in his eagerness.]
Especially when you make sounds like that, [He follows up on his compliment. Smug as a cat over the way Khalid's breath catches, the way he melts against the mattress.]
What a wedding gift.
[It's partially to himself, and partially a little tease about the way Khalid is giving himself like this. To cover up how affectionate Sylvain feels about that, of course. Those spreading thighs get him in the heart and in the dick, and Sylvain takes a hold of one with a friendly squeeze. He holds that grip, stroking his thumb over the inner thigh as he puts real pressure on Khalid, slow and steady, until both fingers slip inside.]
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He shucks those pants off with relish, continuing to laugh as Claude fumbles with his own. Not the best angle to be undressing someone from, but the eagerness is charming.]
Impatient.
[He teases, wriggling his hips in a teasing way. He will help Claude though, flopping off to the side so he can kick his own pants off. And at last, they are both naked. Instead of getting right back on top of Claude, Sylvain rolls onto his side and props his head up with bent elbow to admire the view, his other hand tracing idly over Claude's chest.]
Well aren't you easy on the eyes.
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He grins at the compliment, giving Sylvain an absolutely filthy once-over that definitely lingers on the other man's cock.] Same to you. [If he's going to admit to being a virgin... this is probably the time, isn't it? Would it even really be a lie of omission not to tell him? It felt embarrassing somehow, even though Claude knew he's had every reason not to fall into bed with anyone before now. With the obvious task of removing clothing done, the anxiety of not knowing exactly what he's doing returns. It'd probably be less embarrassing to just admit it than to have Sylvain call him out on it, right? Claude's been doing pretty good so far, though, maybe he won't suss him out after all, so long as Sylvain keeps taking the lead.]
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Mmmn, thanks. [It's always nice to hear that he's appreciated. Visually, at least, if nothing else. Sylvain quite enjoys that little once-over, the feeling of being a bit objectified. It's cute when someone he thinks is attractive does it. His fingertips in their travels find their way to a nipple to give a little rub, perhaps a bit rougher than strictly polite. He has a feeling that will go over well.]
I wanna know what you're hoping to get tonight. We don't have to be in a hurry to try everything, unless you want to. [devilish smirk as he swings himself up onto all fours and bends down to kiss across Claude's collarbone.]
I can give or take, or use my mouth, or just grind on each other like desperate teenagers. [A chuckle. He isn't assuming Claude doesn't have experience- he has no reason to think that- but he isn't going to assume he knows what the comfort level is, either. He wants to get off on the right foot, here.]
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He can feel his face getting even redder as his husband rolls back over top of him, the warm lips trailing over his collarbone loosening some of the tension between his shoulders. Gods, Claude really hates not knowing something, and especially hates admitting to it, but Sylvain seems determined to pull that truth out of him with his pointed words.] I was just going to follow your lead. [He reluctantly admits, feeling uncomfortably vulnerable but at least able to keep that from showing.] All of that would be new to me, so... [He shrugs, hiding his nerves behind a smile.]
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Gotcha. No problem.
[He pulls an easy smile, leaning on one hand to drag the other across Claude's chest and down over his abdomen, tracing around the tone of muscles in a teasing path.]
We'll learn what you like as we go, then. [Wink] Other than being pinned against a wall.
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No complaints so far. [He leans up to snag another kiss from those too talented lips, fingers burying in Sylvain's hair once more. He pulls away just enough to speak, not wanting Sylvain to see what is very likely an embarrassingly obvious blush on his cheeks. He can at least keep his voice low and steady.] I like the thought of you inside me... and I've used my own fingers for that before.
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A grin slowly spreads, a low chuckle that's nearly a rumbling purr in his chest. What a delight. Everything about this moment. Sylvain gives Claude a squeeze, his hand reaching around and under to take a handful of ass and squeeze that, too. He presses a heated kiss to Claude's lips, then peppers lighter ones down the side of his face, and neck. He feels full of affection, pleased at the trust being shown to him. One more sound kiss for good measure.]
I'd be honored.
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Not every day you get to take a prince's virginity, huh? [Claude chuckles, still trying to cover up his nerves.]
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The tug to his hair sends bolts of electricity through him and he moans back, lips vibrating against skin.]
Oh you might be surprised.
[Sylvain teases, winking, clearly absolutely full of shit. He fails to keep a straight face, though, laughing at his own stupid jest as he pushes himself up by his forearms.]
So I imagine you keep something around here to help with that, then? [Show him your stash, husband.]
and now we pretend he's been khalid all along
Oh, you'll have to tell me about these other princes you've deflowered later.
[He smirks, showing off some of his flexibility as he casually tosses one leg over Sylvain's shoulder while he reaches for the side table closest to him, tugging the drawer open and fishing around blindly for the little bottle of oil.]
There's some fun things in there if you want to take a look later, but-- ahh, here we are. [He pulls the bottle free with a victorious grin.]
wait he hasn't been???? :o
[Who lucked out with whom? Sylvain loves the sass of his man, how easy this all seems to come. Sylvain didn't have to work hard to make this fun at all, or to keep Khalid comfortable. At least as comfortable as their first night together could ever be.
He watches with some awe as Khalid easily twists himself backward to fumble in the drawer.]
I would love to window shop through your drawer. [He laughs, reaching for the very well displayed erection in front of him, once he's sure he won't startle Khalid into falling off the bed. If you're going to fling a leg over his shoulder, you should be prepared for such things.]
;3
[The bantering, the flirting-- that's all easy. That's not what's twisted a persistent knot in his stomach that hasn't gone away so much as gotten easier to ignore.
He really doesn't understand how people can just-- do this casually. How do they stand the vulnerability of it? Sylvain may be as good as a stranger, but he has as big a stake in their ongoing relationship as Khalid does-- hell, with his husband being a stranger in a strange land, Khalid has the upper hand in many aspects. But it's still somewhat nerve-wracking, laying himself out like this for someone else to touch-- even if he wants it badly.
He lets out a stuttered breath as Sylvain's fingers wrap around his cock, bucking up into the touch just a little. He fumbles to pull the stopper from the bottle, usually dexterous fingers made a bit clumsy with nerves and the new heat of someone's hand stroking him.] Well, it's your drawer now too.
~_^
[How could he not want to brag about this? The way Khalid's breath catches, and he bucks up into the touch. There's more to it than just arousal, Sylvain can see that, but it's easy enough to believe it's nerves. Khalid has admitted to a lack of experience, after all.
He wraps his other hand around to rest against Khalid's back, stroking soothingly against the skin in tandem with his teasing hand. Building up slow, especially when he sees Khalid fumbling.]
Would you rather do it yourself, or give me the honors?
[He wants to offer, in case Khalid feels like he can't ask for that, or something.]
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[He doesn't really want to be treated like a blushing bride on her wedding night, for all that the situation hits that trope... but Sylvain already knows he doesn't need to treat him like a delicate maiden, even if he's inexperienced. Hopefully he'll keep that in mind.]
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Well, no question about whether you like it or not, then. [He chuckles at himself, but he really is comforted by that knowledge. He gives Khalid's cock a gentle flick before he takes his hand away there, too, coating up his fingers.]
Flip over, then.
[Don't want to be treated like a blushing bride? Fine then, ass up, your highness.]
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He looks over his shoulder at Sylvain, his gaze dark and heavy-lidded.]
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Goddess knows you're gorgeous at the least.
[There's absolutely more to this prince than that, Sylvain can tell even in the short time they've spent together, but he can focus on praising the man for his mental capacity another time. Sylvain strokes his clean hand up the back of a thigh, over a cheek to rest against his lower back.]
I'm sure you don't need me to tell you to breathe deep and slow, then.
[He smirks, sliding his slick fingers in to press firmly against his ass, spreading the oil.]
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No, not at all. [He mutters lowly, taking that deep breath and sinking further into the mattress. He can feel his pulse racing, but he keeps himself relaxed, thighs spreading just an inch more in his eagerness.]
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What a wedding gift.
[It's partially to himself, and partially a little tease about the way Khalid is giving himself like this. To cover up how affectionate Sylvain feels about that, of course. Those spreading thighs get him in the heart and in the dick, and Sylvain takes a hold of one with a friendly squeeze. He holds that grip, stroking his thumb over the inner thigh as he puts real pressure on Khalid, slow and steady, until both fingers slip inside.]